A Summer Affair (Nantucket, #1)

by Elin Hilderbrand

A sin of omission, perhaps, but a sin just the same.

or the crumbs under her feet pushed her past her already-high threshold for filth and yuck and she capitulated and pulled out the vacuum.

Me

a baby genetically predisposed to drinking gin.

The board of directors did have a treasurer, an elderly man named—you had to love this—Ben Franklin, who lived in Lincoln Park in Chicago, not far from Gavin’s parents.

mean as an underfed chicken;